In the dubiously accessible castle of the status gaffer bashers, for a change, the prejudice feels built in to the glass cackles, rotting me out There In the nicotine glade You may arrive Twirling Dissapproving When you only meant to observe Detach the man from…

Do you remember the time We fell over drunk? Our arses all wet from the rain?   Do you remember the time We made love all night? To the same, repeated refrain?   Do you remember the time We let go of our child? And…

Intersections We assume separation when in fact there is unseen connection, one state of being intersects another. Beach umbrellas lined the shore in multihued rows, mirroring the shore’s sweeping curve and assuming the waves will never reach their ordered lines when in fact chaos creeps…

I asked my ten year old niece what I should write my next poem about she told me to look at the dragonfly as it flirted by she hopes that her best friend Aubrey is in the same fifth grade class as her she asked…

Once upon a time and time again I have revisited the scenes of past debacles combing wreckage, searching for clues, seeking reminders in cautionary tales Once upon a time and time again I tell myself I will not repeat errors of then and normally stay…

Please find attached: floorplan to approve concrete courting as requested shambolic awnings floral shitters and library bucket.   Hippocrates, walk this way through slabs of sanatorium for your wealth and nocturnal happiness we graft for you and your midwife shapes.      

His skiff is full of provisions – Wine and cheese, sweet fruits, An umbrella to shade lovers, soft blankets for chilly nights, an old mandolin.   There are mirages out here – the call of sirens, chimeras of dry land, adventures, bird song and ripe…

You have brain on your head You have heart on your breast You have hands to shake You have feet for marching You can turn yourself around and Your brain will tell you Your heart will feel Your hands will lead to Dr. Seuss Choices…

It takes more effort to clean than it does to be messy   Cleanliness is a science Being Messy is an art   I’ve never quite mastered either one  

Long ago back in our innocence when patriotism was in flower, And no pundits questioned America’s place as a super power, Children stood at attention vowing their allegiance to pledge Since rising to face the flag didn’t set any critics teeth on edge. After all,…